Home Alone 2 Mother Novels & Stories

Every shift in her chair reminded her how wet she still was. Their father clapped his hands. “Great news kids. Your mother and I are leaving for a weeklong trip starting tomorrow. Some second honeymoon thing. You two will have the house to yourselves.” Lila nearly choked on her coffee. A whole week alone with Damon. Damons eyes met hers across the table. Dark. Promising. “Dont worry Dad. Ill take good care of her.” The double meaning hit her like a spark to dry tinder. She pressed her thighs together under the table trying to ignore the fresh rush of heat.

Luke appeared in the doorway, rubbing his eyes, still clutching his pillow. He looked around the room out of habit, then frowned. "Where's Mom? She didn't lay out my clothes." I leaned back against the headboard. "She left for a work trip. She won't be home for two weeks." Luke stood frozen. His expression locked up---unable to process it, unwilling to accept it. Then his voice shot up an octave. "Two weeks?!" I frowned and got out of bed to get dressed, enduring the noise. Before, whenever I took Luke off Iris's hands, the boy had already burned through his tantrum. He was never this agitated---at most he'd wheedle for snacks. Far easier to manage.

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

Rudi had taken it home. "Cry your heart out. You have plenty of time to mourn your fate. I will still be responsible for paying for your medical treatment. After all, you can go home tomorrow. But after this, don't expect to be able to stay at my house anymore. You really need to introspect and reflect on your mistakes," Susno said finally. "Dad! Dad, don't leave me! Where's Mom? Why hasn't she come here?" Susno looked at her with a dismissive gaze. "Your mother is in prison for framing Ajeng and trying to kill her. It sounds familiar to you, doesn't it?"

Defending me. Brad's mother sat slumped on the floor, her face completely white. She never saw this coming. She never thought I'd be recording them. "How do you have that? You bugged your own home? You—" I leaned down slowly, bringing my face close to hers. "When you're dealing with trash like you? You can never be too careful."

She kept talking about how she would spend the two thousand dollars just on me. When I did not respond, she assumed I was sulking. Her tone began to change. “Anna, I already said I’m sorry! What else do you want from me? Are you seriously going to ignore me forever? Stop sulking, okay?” I drifted beside her and said, “Mom.” She could not hear a thing. Mom had a prideful temper. She was not going to keep begging. She walked away and joined a card game. It was not until midnight, just before the fireworks, that she came to knock on the door again.

It was already 8pm when I came home and seeing the familiar car in the garage , my mom was back . Just as I had predicted , she was and not only was she but my step brothers , they were all seated in the dining room eating like a happy family . “ Mom , I called out when I finally found my voice. I haven’t seen her in two months . “ not now ? Just go to your room “ I didn’t bother to argue with her either , I just walked straight to my room and I sat there waiting for my mother to come .

The rookie lifts a hand in awkward sympathy before Rowan drives away, leaving me standing alone in the driveway. The house looks peaceful at first glance. Warm lights glow through the windows. The air is quiet. I hope Julian is inside. I need to tell him about the video before it explodes even further so we can figure out what we're going to do. Inside, I find Mom in the kitchen. She's moving slowly, carefully, one hand braced against the counter for support. But she looks stable. Better than she has in days. She smiles when she sees me. "Bryson. You're home early."

A soft knock tapped at the infirmary door. “High Healer Clara, your howlstone’s been buzzing.” An apprentice handed me the crystal device. Their eyes lingered, but I was used to that. “Thank you,” I said simply. I answered. “Clara, it’s Mom. Killian’s turning thirty-three today. We’re having dinner—will you join us?” My breath caught. Only she had known the truth. The night I collapsed in Killian’s arms, when the Moon claimed me, Her voice had reached my mother too. She swore silence while the world mourned me.

“But I know Victor. He doesn't need proof to cause damage, doubtd are enough for him.” “You two have quite a bit to discuss tonight, don't you?” My mother said, bringing our attention back to her. “Mother—” “I'll leave you to it, there's no need for you to answer my question too,.” She stood, smoothing down her dress before she left the room. Ava let out a long breath the second we were alone, sinking into the couch cushions. “Your family is exhausting.” “Welcome to my life.” “I take back every complaint I ever made about mine.”